Part Three
Chapter Seven
John James Hemsted was miserable. He had neglected his sporting goods business and everything else. He just stayed home, drank whisky and got depressed, as he watched, over and over again, the videos Scott had sent him. He saw his wife and his mother-in-law being fucked endlessly by countless men, all with enormous cocks. It would be three more weeks until his wife, Valerie, could come home, he thought. But would she? He was worried - worried if she would even want to come home. Her brain was now so screwed up from the sex and drugs, he doubted she could even think anymore. But JJ felt that if he could get her out of The Lodge and away from Scott, he could restore her mind and her memories of their life together.
It was late one night, and JJ was watching television and drinking bourbon, when a news flash came on. The Lodge was on fire and burning, the newswoman said. "News crews and fire departments are now on the scene," she stated.
JJ instantly flew out of the door and got in his car. He drove like a madman, swerving the Mercedes SUV in and out of traffic to get to The Lodge as fast as he could. When he got there, JJ could see the firemen struggling to control the enormous blaze, the heat so intense that some of the firefighters couldn't get close enough to it. He could feel the heat from the raging inferno, as he stood 300 feet away, the blaze seeming not to want to diminish and die. He glanced down the way and his heart leapt. He saw a woman over on the side, 200 feet away from him, outlined in the dark by the orange glow of the blaze. She was standing, watching the inferno, her platinum hair glistening from the light of the fire. She stood watching the fire, wrapped only in a blanket. His heart pounded wildly as he rushed over, running faster than he had ever run on a football field.
"VAL!!" he yelled, and he grabbed her. Only it wasn't Valerie. It was his mother-in-law, Regina, naked and shivering under the blanket. She was incoherent, babbling and lost, as she turned to JJ.
"Where's Val?" JJ said.
"Who?" Regina mumbled, lost and dazed, not recognizing JJ.
"Valerie -your daughter." Frustrated, JJ yelled, "SILK!"
"Silk! Don't know. Poor Silk. Smoke, fire everywhere. Had to run. Where is everybody? Scotty? Silk?" Regina muttered.
He piled her in the car and drove her home. She babbled incessantly all the way home about the fire, Scott and Silk. JJ took Regina inside and put her to bed. He was hoping a little sleep would help her think clearly in the morning and he could find out more about Val. He went back into the living room and turned the television news back on.
"Mystery surrounds the fire at The Lodge, tonight," a reporter said. "Some say a lab exploded, starting the fire and creating such intense heat due to the chemicals. Only a small wing of the lodge remains standing, untouched by the fire," the Reporter said. "Several rooms remain, some offices and a lone game room with a single pool table still standing."
Another reporter came on and said, "Rumors abound that a man described as large and gray-haired, was seen filling up five gas cans at a nearby convenience store, before the fire. None of that could be substantiated. The convenient store camera at the rural store was not working." Odd, JJ thought, the description sounded like his preacher and old teammate, Billy Ray Seton.
The television reporter went on. "Over forty people are confirmed dead at this point. The toll will likely rise, but no one really knows who or how many were inside. It seems no one is willing to talk to the authorities about who was actually inside The Lodge. Officials say it may be two to three weeks before they can identify all the bodies, which were burnt beyond recognition."
JJ's heart sank. He had lost all hope that Val was alive. He started sobbing, wildly, the love of his life, now gone. He got up, took a drink and crawled into bed and wept. He was sick and upset and his mind was trying to come to grips with the fact that Val was dead. Finally, the bourbon took hold and JJ drifted off to sleep. Several hours later, JJ felt pressure on the bed. He looked up and saw Regina crawling into the bed with him. Still naked, she slipped over next to him and spooned up tight against him.
"Hold me, please," she said, as she pushed her body firmly against him, her naked body now cuddled against his, her firm ass pressing tightly against his hips. He didn't want it to happen. But he couldn't stop it. His cock responded to the shapely, naked beauty pressed against him. Within seconds, he was rock hard, and it was clear that Regina could feel his rigid, throbbing cock now pushing against her. She reached back, took his hand and lifted his arm around her, placing his hand on her large, naked breast and held it there. She then pushed her ass back hard against his aching cock.
"Yes," she whispered, and she took his throbbing penis and slid it easily into her moist vagina.
"Yes," she said again, as JJ began to slowly pump his hips. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned.
It was so crazy. She felt like Val. She sounded like Val. She even smelled like Val. JJ couldn't have stopped if he had wanted to. Faster and deeper he pumped, and the beautiful woman next to him responded. She knew how to move, when to tighten, when to hold still. It was amazing. Soon, JJ and Regina were wildly fucking, and it wasn't about to stop. She knew everything he wanted. It was so wrong, but so perfect. They went at each other like it was the last fuck either one would have for the rest of their lives. It was wild, insane. JJ was about to come and for an instant thought about pulling out.
"No," Regina moaned. "Fill me. Cum in me," she whispered, as if knowing his thoughts.
He couldn't stop. It was the most massive amount of cum he had ever created. And it wasn't because he had saved it up. No, he had cum numerous times over the past days as he watched the sex movies of Val and Regina. But this was different. This was perfect. He let go of everything, opened it all and let go. He flooded Regina's womb with his cum, and he kept coming and kept coming.
"I love you," John muttered in his confusion and delirium, thinking for a second, that he had his wife back. They drifted off to sleep, entwined and wrapped together.
Chapter Eight
John James Hemsted awoke the next morning and thought he was in a dream. A beautiful, platinum blonde was naked and vigorously sucking on his erect, rigid cock. But it wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare. The gorgeous woman was his mother-in-law, still heavily drugged and not knowing who she was or any of her past. And he knew that he had just lost his wife in the major fire at The Lodge. Regina's large, swollen lips were wrapped tightly around his aching cock, and he didn't want it to stop. She was obviously still out of it, muttering to herself as she crawled up on top of him and slipped his stiff penis deep inside her. Then, the prim and proper Regina Upton began riding his cock like a madwoman, pumping as hard as she could.
"Oh God, yes!! I love your cock. Give it to me. I want it all," she moaned. JJ reached up and grabbed both of her large breasts as she pounded away on top of him. He began rubbing and kissing her massive tits.
"Yes, yes, suck my tits. Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she growled. Soon they were again pounding wildly away until they both climaxed together. Then, with his cock still inside her, she fell asleep on top of him. He lay there for a while, lost in his thoughts at the nightmare that his best friend had created. Suddenly, Regina awoke, jumped out of bed and began screaming.
